Ephesians 3:15

• [Eph 3:15] Hail! Sweetest, Dearest Tie That Binds

  Hail! sweetest, dearest tie that binds Our glowing hearts in one; Hail sacred hope, that tunes our minds To harmony divine. It is the hope, the blissful hope, Refrain Which Jesus’ grace has giv’n; The hope when days and years are passed, We all shall meet in Heav’n. What though the northern wintry blast Shall howl around thy cot, What though beneath an eastern sun, Be cast our distant lot; Yet still we share the blissful hope! Refrain No lingering hope, no parting sigh, Our future meetings knows; The friendship beams from every eye, And hope immortal grows, O sacred hope! O blissful hope! Refrain

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• [Eph 3:15] How Sweet The Hour

  How sweet the hour of praise and prayer, When our devotions blend, And on the wings of faith divine Our songs of joy ascend! ’Tis then we hear in tones more clear The gracious promise giv’n, That, though we part from friends on earth, We all shall meet in Heav’n. Refrain We all shall meet in Heav’n at last, We all shall meet in Heav’n; Through faith in Jesus’ precious blood, We all shall meet in Heav’n. How sweet the tie of hallowed love That binds our hearts in one; When gathered in the blessèd Name Of Christ, the Father’s Son! And though the parting soon may come, Yet in His Word is giv’n The blessèd hope that by and by We all shall meet in Heav’n. Refrain Yes, soon our worn and weary feet Will reach the golden strand, Where those we love our coming wait In yonder summerland; A few more days, a few more years, By storm and tempest driv’n, With songs and everlasting joy We all shall meet in Heav’n. Refrain

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• [Eph 3:15] Let Saints On Earth In Concert Sing

  Let saints on earth in concert sing With those whose work is done; For all the servants of our King In Heav’n and earth are one. One family, we dwell in Him, One Church, above, beneath; Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream of death. One army of the living God, To His command we bow; Part of the host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now. E’en now to their eternal home There pass some spirits blest; While others to the margin come, Waiting their call to rest. Jesu, be Thou our constant Guide; Then, when the word is given, Bid Jordan’s narrow stream divide, And bring us safe to Heav’n.

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  source: Cyberhymnal